(19:53 / Saturday, March 29, 2008)
DUNKED
I have never been so exhausted in 2 consecutive days, since forever. Continuously lugged stupid buckets back and forth to fill up the whole dunking machine. And getting myself extremely wet (wrong day!) from carrying the buckets. (p/s I was so convinced I grew more muscles) And then WALKED with Christine Bernice and Yuen Ping yesterday night around the track at 12am to 1am! The whole thing was so last minute, since we only decided to run/walk when they announced that more runners/walkers were needed. And after that we did the tiring task of tying the banners at the store. Well, we made it look tedious and mind-boggling. I reached home sweaty and sticky and tired and hating knots and my feet.
Thinking back, Fiesta 2006 was seriously laidback, since we just had to say what we wanted to sell, then decorate banners and hang them up.
Fiesta 2008 is successful (though our stall didn't achieve $3000) and extremely tedious. I started getting dunked since the morning shift. (We only did it to make the whole place less dead, UNTIL it became a job!) Getting dunked* involves being in contact with dirty (blame the large amount of rubbish found inside), sweaty (blame everybody), toxic (blame the rain) water. And crazy math calculations. And getting adjusted to the wet-dry-wet-dry sequence.
And of course, spending all my money (I donated my remaining to the class) and screaming myself hoarse!
Now I have a sunburn. Now the length of my sleeves and pants are being marked out quite vividly, hmm.
And we broke the Guinness World Record! And Dr William Tan was going around the track for
24 hours non-stop. And he only rested a little (what, 5 minutes? 10 minutes?) this morning. And seeing him slowing down so much in the afternoon made me realise that, 24 hours is an extremely long period (YEAH AFTER 14 YEARS)! So from now on, I should not have any excuses to delude myself that I don't have enough time in a day (, and so not completing my work is not my fault).
And trying to bend my arch now is like trying to bend a metal ruler.
I, CANNOT, WALK.